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peso peso - racks lately كلمات أغنية

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[chorus: peso peso]
ayy, we’ve been thumbin’ through them racks lately
whole lot of fast cars like a n_gga drag racin’
after we f_ck she gotta go, i got a cab waitin’
i’m sauced up head to toe, i had to marinate it
big diamonds, big money, big everything
a n_gga reachin’ for my jewelry, i’ma let it ring
i give an opp thirty shots, make him feel the pain
i wake up and chase racks, i can’t sit and wait

[verse 1: peso peso]
i poured an eight in a pop, man, i’m finna faint
i’m countin’ racks with a strap drivin’ in a wraith
we beef and then he go to jail, get a n_gga shanked
i’m sauced up head to toe walkin’ in the bank
look at my clothes, yeah, i’m racked up, papa
i’m in the club with a mac tucked, papa
you don’t evеn got no rank, just a lil’ grasshopper
you a b_tch and a half, heard you rattin’ on your partners
straight drop, no pint, i ain’t playin’ with thе dope
i’ll frontpage a n_gga, can’t take me for a ho
i’m goin’ in off a 10, she can’t take it no more
twenty bands backend what they pay me for the show
i’m racked up off of rap, graduated from a dope dealer
i’m still a pimpin’_ass, trappin’_ass, certified coke dealer
i got a switch on the glock, see an opp, i’ll blow
you can’t compare me and weirdo to these rappers ’cause we more realer
[chorus: peso peso]
ayy, we’ve been thumbin’ through them racks lately
whole lot of fast cars like a n_gga drag racin’
after we f_ck she gotta go, i got a cab waitin’
i’m sauced up head to toe, i had to marinate it
big diamonds, big money, big everything
a n_gga reachin’ for my jewelry, i’ma let it ring
i give an opp thirty shots, make him feel the pain
i wake up and chase racks, i can’t sit and wait

[verse 2: lil weirdo]
ayy
and i just bumped her for his foot, i’m in her skirt (i’m in her skirt)
pull off burnin’ rubber, ask ski skrt (ask ski skrt)
and i just hit his main b_tch, i know he hurt (i know he hurt)
my po say i can’t smoke, i’m off a bar (i’m off them things)
it’s like work, the trap boomin’ on the first (on the first)
big bag, i hit neimans for a splurge (them big bags)
big medals around my neck like i’m kirk (like i’m kirk)
hit the wrong hood and we gon’ leave him in the dirt (that boy [?])
designer jeans, but i still pop shots (pop shots)
maybach greens like it’s the [?] (big bags)
and he actin’ like he in, but he not high (i’m not that guy)
and let him drop his lo’, i’m at his door like knock_knock
certified shooter, b_tch, it’s stan (b_tch, it’s stan)
like let him slip, i’m on his ass (i’m on his ass)
and i can’t let a bad b_tch pass
like what’s up, lil’ baby, and what’s the @? (what’s the info?)
[chorus: peso peso]
ayy, we’ve been thumbin’ through them racks lately
whole lot of fast cars like a n_gga drag racin’
after we f_ck she gotta go, i got a cab waitin’
i’m sauced up head to toe, i had to marinate it
big diamonds, big money, big everything
a n_gga reachin’ for my jewelry, i’ma let it ring
i give an opp thirty shots, make him feel the pain
i wake up and chase racks, i can’t sit and wait

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